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“Wait here,” Rachel says, and I stare at my reflection miserably until she returns. To my surprise, she’s holding a washcloth, and I say, “What?”

With a shrug, she says, “I heard what they said too.”

“About Miriam?” I glance at the door like they’ll come barging in at any second.

“Yeah. Did you go to her?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, scrubbing my face. “How much trouble am I in?”

“None.” She shrugs. “I told them you were still sleeping, and they left a couple of hours ago.”

Collapsing to the bed, I mutter, “Thanks.”

But shame is a ball in my gut because I’ve always lumped Rachel in withthemand she’s shown me a side of her I didn’t know existed.

“How was Miriam?” she asks.

“Okay. Sad. I think she misses us.”

Rachel snorts and lays down on the bed beside me. “It’s not the same without her here.”

“No…it’s not.”

Wolf

“Look at me like that again and I’ma punch your face,” I bark, and Duke’s sly grin grows.

The fucker’s asking for it and I’m frustrated enough that I eye him for a minute before shaking my head. It’s not worth it. The pussy will whine about it forever and his woman will be all over my ass.

Fuck me. Did Lilli tell her sister?

Whatever. It’s not like I fucked her.

Although I was going to if Duke hadn’t banged on that door. I’m only fucking human. When Lilli pinned those hungry dark eyes on me, something snapped.

The problem is, I got a taste of heaven and now I know exactly what’s hiding beneath those clothes. I’ve had plenty of pussy. I’m not exactly hard up but she looks at me like I’m a god and she’s so damn responsive. And her fucking pristine, boring as fuck panties…fuck me, I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Is she as innocent as I think she is? No way, she must have at least fucked someone else to be that responsive. Right?

Damn. That just made me pause. Thoughts of any other dick but mine inside her sour my stomach and I move my gaze to the door.

Maybe I should go right back in there and finish what I started and while I’m at it, I’ll make sure I ruin her for every man who comes after me.

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Wrong choice of words. Now I’m practically burning and with a silent groan, I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Enough. No more.

She’s back where she belongs and that’s that.

“Fuck it,” I growl and pop Duke in the face. He stumbles back, shaking his head but that stupid grin never falters.

“What were you thinking?” he says, in a high-pitched voice. “One pussy is as good as another.”

Glowering, I turn back to my bike. Fucker thinks he’s funny.

When I don’t respond, he says, “Okay. Okay.”

He holds up his hands and I start to relax before he starts to back away and says, “Just don’t forget to wrap it up, old man.”

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